Music has always meant so much to me
To the editor:
I will try to find the words to tell you what music means to me and how important it is in my life. I'm one of 13 children and all of us loved to sing. We grew up singing in our home with the piano (which four of my siblings played) and organ, even without musical background. We all sang in our church choir, in school plays and operettas, and one of my siblings directed a church choir for 35 years.
Music has always been so much a part of our lives. We sang as a family at Washington County Hospital on Christmas Eve for close to 40 years. My three brothers and I had a quartet and sang for many years in the Williamsport area.
Now, we've gotten older, there are only five left out of 13 and only two of us are still singing. My brother, Tom, and I sing karaoke, and a few years ago I started to entertain for nursing homes, churches, clubs, banquets, etc. I keep busy doing this and love it.
For 18 years, I've been singing with Hagerstown Choral Arts, a great musical choir of 60 singers. I'm the oldest member at the age of 88, and we have a young female singer who is 16. I've also met so many great people doing this, and they have become my friends. That means a lot to me.
Someone asked me how much I charge for entertaining, and I said "nothing." But, I get paid anyhow — sometimes in the joy of seeing the residents in nursing homes smiling and, yes, even singing with me. Hey, that's payday for me.
Music is something so special to me. I can't imagine a world without it.
Former sheriff stopped speeder from the grave
To the editor:
I imagine when a young man took a car and went speeding through a restaurant parking lot on Pennsylvania Avenue and flying into Rest Haven Cemetery at an estimated 70 mph that he had no idea that someone in their final resting place could stop him. But, when he went careening down the hill, he hit the large solid granite gravestone belonging to my grandfather, Joseph Dallas Baker, former sheriff of Washington County.
As a family, we are thankful that the speeder hit the monument rather than the giant oaks directly across the driveway or the outcome might have been tragic. We choose to think Granddaddy got his man and possibly saved a life at the same time, exactly the way Sheriff Baker would have wanted it in his day.
Kind of adds a new meaning to the "long arm of the law."